It’s unlikely that I’m the first person to enjoy the realization that our worst and most questionable decisions often gift us our most amusing memories. Speaking for myself, a strong contender for the dumbest thing I’ve ever done is also the funniest story I have to tell. But to clear something up straightaway, although my grandest personal fuckup happened in Bangkok and involved sex, it did not involve prostitutes.
In the spring of 2015, I worked for several months in a rural, mountain village in Northern India in the stunning, and always picturesque, arc of the Himalayas. Life in a rural village has many fine and recommendable qualities: 8-10 hours of sleep nightly (because everyone else goes to sleep around 10 pm), a healthy, nutritious diet of local foods, ample opportunity for outdoor exercise, and the list goes on.
One notable gap in this list of environmental pros, however, is nearly any chance to interact with the opposite sex. I’m a straight, unmarried male and was in my early 30s at the time. Naturally, an environment of social conservatism that frowns generally upon unmarried women even talking to men isn’t conducive to a satisfactory sex-life.